I saw this movie probably nine years ago, and although I have read the book, the scene of her death- and showing her body, the blackened lips, open, that horrible expression on her face... it killed the entire story for me. It overshadowed the characters, the love, the passion, the obsession, everything.
Although the acting, music, cinematography, set design, the costumes-- everything was quite close the ambiance I felt in the novel, that last scene just put an enormous cloud. I firmly believe that our modern-day obsession with the gruesome took over the director and screenwriter and they turned a classic tragedy into roadkill.
It is an unfortunate use of classic literature, contemporary fine actors and modern mediocrity.
Although the acting, music, cinematography, set design, the costumes-- everything was quite close the ambiance I felt in the novel, that last scene just put an enormous cloud. I firmly believe that our modern-day obsession with the gruesome took over the director and screenwriter and they turned a classic tragedy into roadkill.
It is an unfortunate use of classic literature, contemporary fine actors and modern mediocrity.